In short, he was not one of those impetuous heroes that we read about
so often and see so seldom; but, taken altogether, he was
sufficiently attractive to please the American girl who might be
expected to read Harley's book; for that was one of the stipulations
of Messrs. Herring, Beemer, & Chadwick when they made their verbal
agreement with Harley.
"Make it go with the girls, Harley," Mr. Chadwick had said. "Men
haven't time to read anything but the newspapers in this country.
Hit the girls, and your fortune is made."
Harley didn't exactly see how his fortune was going to be made on the
best terms of Messrs. Herring, Beemer, & Chadwick, even if he hit the
girls with all the force of a battering-ram, but he promised to keep
the idea in mind, and remained in his trance a trifle longer than
might otherwise have been necessary, endeavoring to select the
unquestionably correct hero for his story, and Osborne was the
result. Osborne was moderately witty. His repartee smacked somewhat
of the refined comic paper--that is to say, it was smart and cynical,
and not always suited to the picture; but it wasn't vulgar or dull,
and his personal appearance was calculated to arouse the liveliest
interest.
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